When she had just closed her eyes, Lu Shaoming kept the hairdryer and began to pinch her tender little face. "Heartless little thing, you're asleep just like this?"
Ning Qing's small heart thumped chaotically in her chest. If she said she did not know the next program, it would definitely be a lie.
But she couldn't take the initiative. She was still shy and reserved and had little experience.
She removed all four limbs from his waist and abdomen, rolled around the bed in the shape of a small tender ball, and went to sleep by herself.
Suddenly, a hot and broad chest stuck to her slim back. Lu Shaoming's hand wrapped around her raised his body and kissed the half of her face buried in her pillow.
"It's already New Year's Day, little Wifey. You should grow up too."
Ning Qing didn't talk to him, he was taking an undeserved gain for granted. She was 21 and he was 31. Didn't he like her for her young age?
Doing his best to bully her.
